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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 196 | 2023-07-21 16:05:32 | 90.15 | 95.7% |
| 171 | 2023-06-06 02:16:21 | 103.18 | 99.6% |