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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11265 | 2021-08-31 16:46:35 | 100.65 | 99% |
| 2531 | 2020-07-16 10:37:46 | 65.16 | 96% |