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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3561 | 2023-06-15 07:24:47 | 63.62 | 95.7% |
| 768 | 2023-01-10 14:54:57 | 55.41 | 95% |
| 315 | 2022-12-24 16:30:52 | 60.27 | 97% |