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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13259 | 2021-04-24 07:30:17 | 63.82 | 95% |
| 5607 | 2020-08-28 13:22:06 | 65.38 | 95% |