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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8395 | 2022-11-20 10:13:10 | 90.36 | 98% |
| 7970 | 2022-10-17 13:49:12 | 97.89 | 98% |
| 1100 | 2021-07-14 17:07:02 | 74.93 | 98% |
| 586 | 2021-06-05 10:59:39 | 71.36 | 96% |