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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 687 | 2023-04-09 16:52:33 | 107.52 | 99% |
| 114 | 2023-04-02 11:17:44 | 100.14 | 99% |