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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2022-06-19 14:21:50 | 89.55 | 97% |
| 646 | 2021-06-01 13:45:53 | 52.63 | 95% |