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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6617 | 2024-10-29 21:24:22 | 105.99 | 97.8% |
| 2952 | 2022-01-11 13:04:19 | 102.52 | 97% |
| 1569 | 2021-07-10 16:27:50 | 112.94 | 98% |