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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1948 | 2022-09-21 03:44:10 | 32.24 | 93% |
| 836 | 2022-05-11 03:35:27 | 36.84 | 97% |