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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3609 | 2023-08-11 07:12:08 | 69.61 | 94.8% |
| 2479 | 2022-01-19 09:36:57 | 65.58 | 94% |
| 2150 | 2021-07-26 05:59:39 | 59.97 | 94% |