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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1459 | 2020-01-14 16:04:12 | 68.73 | 97% |
| 722 | 2019-09-18 18:30:57 | 77.88 | 96% |