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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1987 | 2022-11-04 20:11:05 | 72.08 | 97% |
| 935 | 2022-10-12 12:31:05 | 86.16 | 98% |