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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2023-04-07 17:03:32 | 51.59 | 97% |
| 10 | 2023-01-20 07:00:12 | 42.79 | 95% |