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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3252 | 2023-02-06 04:24:14 | 110.72 | 96% |
| 2222 | 2021-04-01 02:20:32 | 110.10 | 97% |