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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3446 | 2025-07-10 12:51:42 | 102.75 | 97% |
| 2628 | 2025-02-27 08:48:18 | 114.02 | 99.1% |