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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 231 | 2022-01-04 22:15:45 | 66.55 | 96% |
| 130 | 2021-11-16 09:56:08 | 42.70 | 94% |