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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2789 | 2023-07-10 05:54:42 | 94.15 | 97.8% |
| 1299 | 2022-09-27 11:07:32 | 96.23 | 99% |