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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2306 | 2023-02-17 13:44:51 | 98.49 | 98% |
| 1464 | 2019-11-30 12:51:14 | 89.81 | 97% |
| 1104 | 2019-07-29 14:53:16 | 82.88 | 97% |