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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 303 | 2022-11-24 06:11:48 | 64.36 | 97% |
| 224 | 2022-11-05 12:57:42 | 63.53 | 98% |
| 24 | 2022-10-11 13:18:39 | 50.04 | 96% |