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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4334 | 2022-02-11 06:04:15 | 72.49 | 96% |
| 3866 | 2022-01-06 10:56:14 | 61.98 | 96% |