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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2467 | 2022-02-12 18:09:08 | 61.26 | 97% |
| 1488 | 2022-01-24 20:01:43 | 59.28 | 95% |