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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 441 | 2022-10-31 13:44:31 | 82.17 | 97% |
| 86 | 2022-09-26 12:07:09 | 71.23 | 97% |