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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2136 | 2023-07-21 00:39:39 | 91.73 | 98% |
| 1855 | 2023-07-03 08:42:30 | 87.28 | 97% |
| 1605 | 2023-05-28 02:22:36 | 55.99 | 95% |