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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2991 | 2023-01-10 08:01:01 | 51.84 | 96% |
| 1858 | 2021-09-03 13:56:57 | 48.98 | 96% |