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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2308 | 2023-07-12 07:30:08 | 67.20 | 97% |
| 1279 | 2022-07-26 11:01:23 | 63.59 | 98% |
| 1196 | 2022-07-26 07:26:00 | 67.75 | 99% |