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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8979 | 2022-10-26 18:57:19 | 60.43 | 98% |
| 7637 | 2022-08-17 06:46:17 | 60.03 | 100% |