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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 690 | 2022-09-29 10:30:11 | 34.99 | 97% |
| 532 | 2022-09-25 10:58:55 | 30.80 | 97% |