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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 721 | 2023-10-08 18:03:25 | 99.16 | 97.2% |
| 22 | 2019-03-15 01:22:10 | 90.84 | 97% |