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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2023-10-25 16:53:36 | 65.60 | 94.7% |
| 138 | 2023-10-22 13:13:25 | 81.34 | 95.9% |