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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5026 | 2022-10-27 08:02:48 | 94.90 | 97% |
| 3646 | 2021-02-14 07:30:17 | 121.18 | 99.5% |
| 167 | 2019-05-25 16:29:21 | 68.82 | 96% |