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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2022-02-09 06:04:38 | 86.92 | 97% |
| 148 | 2021-05-08 12:15:46 | 74.46 | 97% |