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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1662 | 2023-01-21 20:51:54 | 58.37 | 97% |
| 1023 | 2021-12-16 18:18:02 | 45.51 | 98% |