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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1873 | 2024-11-21 22:26:39 | 84.66 | 97.5% |
| 33 | 2021-03-04 14:40:30 | 66.45 | 96% |