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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 753 | 2022-10-19 19:15:13 | 35.46 | 96% |
| 124 | 2022-10-11 13:25:31 | 30.03 | 95% |