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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1350 | 2021-11-07 18:53:42 | 39.93 | 96% |
| 1022 | 2021-09-06 16:40:02 | 43.72 | 98% |