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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 247 | 2023-12-20 15:20:08 | 94.68 | 95.8% |
| 174 | 2023-05-09 04:14:40 | 110.32 | 98% |