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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2720 | 2023-06-15 07:31:06 | 60.67 | 97% |
| 1651 | 2023-05-25 07:42:41 | 54.57 | 96% |
| 1335 | 2023-05-12 16:04:47 | 50.54 | 93% |
| 112 | 2023-04-24 07:14:52 | 48.03 | 94% |