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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1816 | 2022-12-03 22:11:55 | 82.08 | 97% |
| 949 | 2021-01-15 09:51:23 | 79.30 | 96% |