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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3789 | 2022-12-23 07:31:10 | 90.34 | 96% |
| 2333 | 2022-02-13 17:56:26 | 77.20 | 96% |