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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7590 | 2019-11-19 14:32:05 | 99.72 | 97% |
| 5559 | 2019-05-28 11:06:22 | 99.18 | 98% |