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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9226 | 2024-04-24 02:57:35 | 57.43 | 96.5% |
| 8552 | 2023-07-31 00:12:28 | 67.75 | 95.2% |
| 3324 | 2019-09-24 14:35:41 | 85.12 | 97% |