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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5118 | 2021-01-20 01:44:12 | 85.10 | 98% |
| 5013 | 2021-01-13 22:06:23 | 97.41 | 99% |
| 3480 | 2020-12-28 02:51:43 | 81.63 | 98% |
| 3309 | 2020-12-24 22:30:29 | 84.49 | 98% |
| 12 | 2020-02-10 04:47:57 | 67.04 | 96% |