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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11565 | 2025-03-30 00:27:01 | 90.05 | 97.8% |
| 11270 | 2025-03-25 01:53:27 | 94.46 | 98.3% |
| 8676 | 2025-02-10 00:14:21 | 85.77 | 98.3% |
| 7616 | 2025-01-18 11:27:03 | 73.40 | 94.4% |
| 2036 | 2024-10-10 04:01:10 | 68.94 | 95.5% |