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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1115 | 2023-01-18 09:10:57 | 99.31 | 97% |
| 1021 | 2023-01-11 20:08:59 | 88.96 | 97% |