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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1939 | 2021-06-16 04:18:36 | 56.18 | 95% |
| 1468 | 2020-06-12 07:04:54 | 63.15 | 96% |