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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1040 | 2023-03-01 05:32:59 | 54.86 | 97% |
| 273 | 2021-01-03 15:11:30 | 42.92 | 96% |