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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2459 | 2022-03-16 08:02:12 | 77.14 | 97% |
| 1060 | 2022-02-04 17:09:49 | 66.85 | 97% |