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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5540 | 2023-11-23 14:40:19 | 98.00 | 95.9% |
| 5229 | 2023-08-29 21:54:25 | 111.30 | 97% |