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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1896 | 2020-06-01 14:32:05 | 75.18 | 97% |
| 328 | 2019-07-23 18:00:25 | 53.71 | 95% |