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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11894 | 2024-12-04 16:49:37 | 97.35 | 98.7% |
| 10046 | 2019-03-11 17:19:34 | 96.52 | 100% |