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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2088 | 2022-12-23 22:31:15 | 94.69 | 99% |
| 231 | 2019-05-07 19:34:20 | 66.98 | 94% |