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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8082 | 2024-12-04 16:49:38 | 94.12 | 97.8% |
| 4400 | 2020-09-28 16:20:18 | 79.51 | 96% |