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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2427 | 2025-03-30 01:51:13 | 88.70 | 97.8% |
| 1742 | 2021-04-28 14:41:05 | 100.49 | 97% |
| 661 | 2019-08-25 02:26:32 | 76.02 | 96% |