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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3600 | 2023-10-24 08:10:53 | 59.10 | 97.8% |
| 2890 | 2023-08-25 19:14:48 | 66.05 | 99.6% |
| 2743 | 2023-03-06 11:39:31 | 49.73 | 95% |
| 566 | 2022-11-14 18:05:30 | 51.24 | 96% |