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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4231 | 2022-12-03 12:44:48 | 146.01 | 100% |
| 1357 | 2022-09-03 12:25:31 | 113.93 | 97% |