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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1502 | 2022-04-10 03:13:12 | 78.07 | 97% |
| 1499 | 2022-04-10 03:10:20 | 89.96 | 97% |