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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17810 | 2024-03-04 02:40:02 | 104.48 | 97.5% |
| 9131 | 2022-06-30 01:46:43 | 82.77 | 96% |
| 5124 | 2021-11-09 08:03:21 | 60.32 | 97% |