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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2652 | 2020-11-06 13:39:23 | 73.99 | 98% |
| 98 | 2020-08-27 14:29:33 | 29.70 | 94% |