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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2023-04-02 15:49:53 | 101.56 | 97% |
| 138 | 2022-10-16 14:06:01 | 105.05 | 98% |
| 14 | 2021-10-11 14:06:31 | 111.78 | 99% |