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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10825 | 2020-10-03 17:59:15 | 114.33 | 99% |
| 9364 | 2020-08-22 15:08:38 | 88.56 | 97% |