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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2249 | 2024-06-24 01:59:15 | 81.17 | 96.6% |
| 1204 | 2023-07-31 15:10:23 | 88.60 | 98.7% |