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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6433 | 2023-12-08 09:21:42 | 115.74 | 98.2% |
| 4614 | 2023-01-17 02:49:11 | 97.97 | 97% |