The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9139 | 2024-04-28 08:18:47 | 113.72 | 98.7% |
| 6959 | 2023-06-12 17:28:59 | 79.18 | 95.6% |
| 6565 | 2023-05-07 05:14:56 | 84.89 | 95% |
| 5677 | 2023-03-16 15:48:18 | 89.91 | 97% |
| 1969 | 2021-09-04 06:46:34 | 77.14 | 97% |
| 1312 | 2021-07-26 11:53:44 | 75.00 | 96% |