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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4212 | 2023-11-05 18:48:10 | 125.90 | 98.3% |
| 2253 | 2023-01-16 21:20:36 | 104.67 | 96% |