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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5400 | 2021-12-30 15:41:41 | 83.11 | 97% |
| 2838 | 2021-05-27 09:49:55 | 76.39 | 96% |
| 2351 | 2021-05-13 15:36:30 | 77.49 | 96% |
| 1942 | 2021-02-23 06:22:59 | 78.19 | 95.9% |
| 912 | 2021-01-01 03:52:03 | 63.31 | 95% |
| 599 | 2020-12-29 11:17:13 | 71.35 | 96% |