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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4648 | 2025-04-20 20:55:24 | 83.04 | 96.9% |
| 3543 | 2023-09-22 22:17:00 | 107.10 | 98.7% |