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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 449 | 2022-10-04 13:57:02 | 44.87 | 92% |
| 400 | 2022-10-03 10:53:08 | 52.31 | 96% |