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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6882 | 2023-02-21 19:04:18 | 100.91 | 96% |
| 3830 | 2022-09-21 12:05:23 | 92.29 | 94% |
| 959 | 2021-06-10 14:21:17 | 74.84 | 97% |