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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3333 | 2024-08-14 19:00:35 | 81.49 | 98.7% |
| 986 | 2024-06-10 19:04:21 | 75.20 | 97.1% |