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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1204 | 2023-06-30 08:59:02 | 66.97 | 96.9% |
| 364 | 2023-05-16 11:52:06 | 52.64 | 94.4% |
| 324 | 2023-05-15 14:03:15 | 51.96 | 94.8% |