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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3425 | 2023-12-06 07:42:21 | 101.02 | 95.7% |
| 2592 | 2023-10-10 10:00:20 | 96.36 | 97% |