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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5550 | 2024-04-29 14:09:32 | 87.43 | 97.1% |
| 3218 | 2023-01-22 09:27:59 | 76.64 | 96% |
| 2175 | 2022-09-03 11:45:40 | 74.14 | 96% |