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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6684 | 2022-04-20 06:56:19 | 89.05 | 98% |
| 5645 | 2021-11-29 11:58:19 | 96.33 | 98% |
| 2655 | 2019-12-06 14:50:10 | 80.16 | 97% |