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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1600 | 2023-02-15 01:57:05 | 97.78 | 97% |
| 866 | 2023-01-04 08:01:58 | 86.95 | 97% |
| 71 | 2022-08-16 05:22:24 | 86.83 | 96% |