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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6938 | 2022-10-09 19:52:40 | 99.36 | 99% |
| 6861 | 2022-09-29 17:01:24 | 97.29 | 97% |