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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2234 | 2020-12-04 04:29:23 | 74.81 | 99% |
| 1765 | 2020-10-15 02:45:55 | 70.94 | 97% |