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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2552 | 2023-10-06 14:18:21 | 83.94 | 96% |
| 1656 | 2023-05-12 07:43:49 | 79.74 | 95% |