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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21691 | 2023-06-02 17:47:37 | 142.82 | 98% |
| 21246 | 2022-10-08 12:19:35 | 125.96 | 98% |
| 20912 | 2022-03-23 06:04:14 | 143.28 | 97% |