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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2023-09-11 21:57:06 | 71.31 | 97.2% |
| 662 | 2022-06-21 22:08:48 | 71.39 | 97% |