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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3933 | 2022-09-17 14:16:57 | 125.52 | 98% |
| 1446 | 2021-12-31 12:43:49 | 116.19 | 97% |