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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3029 | 2022-06-03 15:01:30 | 55.35 | 98% |
| 2626 | 2021-10-04 19:51:28 | 70.66 | 97% |
| 1576 | 2021-05-15 07:11:14 | 53.87 | 96% |