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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6561 | 2022-10-02 17:15:49 | 85.98 | 96% |
| 556 | 2019-11-03 16:21:14 | 81.59 | 96% |