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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6926 | 2024-09-25 14:42:48 | 90.41 | 97.8% |
| 3820 | 2023-09-30 13:03:34 | 67.22 | 96.7% |
| 1913 | 2023-01-18 12:18:03 | 66.99 | 98% |