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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4536 | 2021-01-30 16:29:47 | 58.69 | 94.8% |
| 3457 | 2021-01-19 04:07:30 | 70.90 | 97% |