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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11762 | 2023-10-13 05:13:30 | 70.49 | 96.7% |
| 11081 | 2023-08-30 05:37:15 | 73.84 | 99.1% |
| 8254 | 2023-03-25 07:28:46 | 73.16 | 98% |
| 758 | 2022-09-12 03:03:34 | 53.34 | 99% |