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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6948 | 2023-08-04 10:48:51 | 83.81 | 97% |
| 5235 | 2023-01-23 08:15:18 | 71.02 | 96% |
| 891 | 2021-06-22 06:48:10 | 48.31 | 93% |