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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5244 | 2023-02-21 16:02:01 | 80.32 | 98% |
| 1180 | 2019-06-28 03:01:46 | 60.91 | 98% |
| 1002 | 2019-06-25 02:13:17 | 57.95 | 99% |