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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2035 | 2023-02-23 11:57:10 | 67.62 | 98% |
| 595 | 2022-07-05 07:15:22 | 44.28 | 97% |
| 508 | 2022-06-30 15:04:17 | 52.82 | 99% |