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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1637 | 2023-09-04 15:04:25 | 67.33 | 97.8% |
| 920 | 2022-09-21 23:58:59 | 56.85 | 97% |
| 866 | 2022-09-19 16:05:46 | 59.15 | 98% |