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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4335 | 2021-03-04 12:38:06 | 66.54 | 96% |
| 2021 | 2020-09-12 13:34:17 | 63.49 | 98% |