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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3809 | 2023-01-04 11:59:16 | 84.03 | 96% |
| 3233 | 2022-12-27 12:12:12 | 71.19 | 94% |
| 1673 | 2022-12-01 09:22:32 | 61.25 | 95% |