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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1414 | 2022-12-01 16:21:49 | 127.01 | 98% |
| 551 | 2019-12-22 18:32:59 | 125.47 | 98% |