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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7416 | 2021-01-08 22:50:17 | 78.56 | 98% |
| 7250 | 2021-01-03 20:08:50 | 80.85 | 97% |
| 4464 | 2020-03-20 15:07:12 | 88.65 | 99% |