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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1739 | 2021-02-15 14:14:07 | 84.82 | 96.7% |
| 1218 | 2021-01-03 03:06:08 | 83.38 | 97% |