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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2763 | 2023-03-21 16:28:42 | 58.88 | 95% |
| 1820 | 2023-02-26 13:55:32 | 54.82 | 94% |