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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26201 | 2020-06-08 18:32:58 | 114.28 | 95% |
| 23797 | 2019-05-27 22:09:59 | 155.40 | 99% |