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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25342 | 2022-09-29 12:18:09 | 84.41 | 97% |
| 17997 | 2019-02-25 19:23:34 | 80.16 | 99% |