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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1539 | 2020-01-27 11:27:49 | 68.83 | 95% |
| 141 | 2019-03-24 16:20:43 | 63.00 | 95% |