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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6703 | 2025-02-20 15:06:55 | 92.51 | 96.4% |
| 4422 | 2023-12-24 22:57:46 | 91.58 | 98.7% |