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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6038 | 2023-03-21 08:47:43 | 92.86 | 98% |
| 1506 | 2022-05-17 08:19:59 | 75.41 | 95% |
| 1214 | 2022-04-12 07:05:47 | 85.85 | 97% |