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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2022-08-20 17:40:57 | 37.12 | 92% |
| 554 | 2022-08-06 09:27:28 | 49.19 | 94% |