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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1801 | 2021-12-23 04:02:59 | 91.48 | 100% |
| 144 | 2019-07-17 12:53:33 | 48.34 | 98% |