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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6082 | 2022-10-20 16:25:55 | 142.96 | 100% |
| 2060 | 2020-10-12 19:05:39 | 133.44 | 100% |