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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3000 | 2023-11-01 16:37:10 | 76.58 | 96.7% |
| 2355 | 2023-06-15 19:05:46 | 68.99 | 96.7% |
| 411 | 2020-07-18 23:52:21 | 62.61 | 95% |