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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4663 | 2021-11-07 15:43:08 | 80.30 | 95% |
| 3810 | 2021-09-06 14:05:35 | 87.86 | 97% |