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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2025-05-13 13:12:08 | 98.21 | 99% |
| 163 | 2024-02-12 23:57:00 | 77.02 | 95.3% |