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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2917 | 2024-07-26 13:52:19 | 93.91 | 98.3% |
| 2559 | 2022-11-07 16:39:54 | 89.55 | 97% |