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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2022-09-18 16:13:52 | 53.74 | 95% |
| 492 | 2022-07-18 19:11:08 | 56.68 | 96% |