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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7801 | 2021-06-22 20:40:44 | 88.35 | 97% |
| 7221 | 2021-05-16 16:05:59 | 98.80 | 97% |
| 2211 | 2020-12-09 17:15:48 | 80.21 | 97% |