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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28424 | 2023-09-30 13:03:21 | 101.79 | 99.6% |
| 27523 | 2022-09-12 03:08:57 | 100.48 | 98% |
| 22562 | 2021-06-09 00:14:39 | 80.69 | 95% |