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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 394 | 2022-05-24 10:49:29 | 76.68 | 96% |
| 331 | 2022-05-16 07:02:12 | 72.14 | 97% |