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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2400 | 2023-10-05 02:33:33 | 117.42 | 97.4% |
| 2048 | 2022-07-26 19:45:47 | 106.40 | 98% |