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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2046 | 2024-12-20 09:19:25 | 87.38 | 94.8% |
| 1455 | 2019-11-20 22:28:56 | 66.72 | 94% |