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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1561 | 2025-04-25 12:10:46 | 75.94 | 94.6% |
| 504 | 2021-12-09 23:42:36 | 94.95 | 97% |