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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2796 | 2022-03-28 14:00:42 | 107.93 | 99% |
| 2713 | 2022-03-26 10:24:01 | 116.78 | 98% |