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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8711 | 2024-11-06 20:02:58 | 100.50 | 98.7% |
| 6714 | 2022-06-08 11:16:20 | 84.33 | 97% |
| 3902 | 2022-02-06 05:24:30 | 92.98 | 99% |
| 2043 | 2021-12-01 05:28:22 | 64.92 | 96% |