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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2024-12-12 22:48:55 | 104.83 | 98.3% |
| 120 | 2022-04-06 19:58:55 | 104.55 | 100% |