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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7023 | 2025-05-10 19:43:57 | 109.70 | 98.7% |
| 1518 | 2021-09-23 19:23:52 | 98.36 | 98% |