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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2711 | 2025-01-29 10:36:15 | 112.73 | 98.3% |
| 228 | 2019-08-24 11:51:33 | 44.26 | 94% |