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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6572 | 2023-10-28 09:40:18 | 62.69 | 95.5% |
| 4594 | 2023-09-04 09:02:11 | 63.34 | 96% |
| 3110 | 2021-12-19 21:38:54 | 56.93 | 96% |