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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1388 | 2021-06-28 10:17:46 | 173.30 | 99% |
| 1153 | 2021-06-26 20:34:27 | 200.62 | 100% |