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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 950 | 2022-11-07 18:46:08 | 93.23 | 97% |
| 162 | 2022-03-25 15:26:53 | 75.85 | 95% |