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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9345 | 2025-05-09 20:15:08 | 143.32 | 97.1% |
| 6480 | 2025-04-07 03:25:40 | 138.89 | 97.1% |