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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4820 | 2024-05-17 17:17:06 | 87.19 | 96.1% |
| 4589 | 2024-04-03 14:56:53 | 89.54 | 97.9% |
| 2850 | 2022-05-18 17:02:38 | 83.76 | 96% |