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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1096 | 2022-12-10 08:39:28 | 33.57 | 96% |
| 325 | 2022-11-07 10:40:52 | 23.81 | 94% |