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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 683 | 2024-08-05 13:20:15 | 103.43 | 96.7% |
| 84 | 2022-02-24 11:34:31 | 96.02 | 98% |