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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1651 | 2021-08-18 01:59:39 | 74.33 | 97% |
| 810 | 2021-03-16 01:52:35 | 71.41 | 97% |