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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3605 | 2024-05-05 17:00:45 | 90.74 | 96.7% |
| 2089 | 2023-04-02 15:32:52 | 94.19 | 96% |