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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3514 | 2024-04-14 13:03:52 | 80.32 | 97.1% |
| 2372 | 2024-01-15 13:23:12 | 74.72 | 97.2% |
| 79 | 2023-07-30 16:29:28 | 73.89 | 96.3% |