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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8843 | 2023-02-05 19:43:32 | 144.83 | 97% |
| 7716 | 2022-07-30 15:29:18 | 147.22 | 98% |
| 6190 | 2022-06-26 06:35:48 | 146.37 | 100% |
| 1655 | 2021-08-12 16:12:48 | 112.41 | 97% |