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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 612 | 2022-11-26 03:44:48 | 109.39 | 99% |
| 93 | 2020-10-17 15:45:04 | 86.03 | 97% |