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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1348 | 2022-07-20 06:26:25 | 65.28 | 96% |
| 473 | 2022-06-18 06:48:00 | 51.41 | 97% |