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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1368 | 2021-06-09 08:26:09 | 78.93 | 95% |
| 1321 | 2021-06-07 08:58:47 | 91.41 | 97% |