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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8042 | 2021-05-16 16:05:57 | 104.84 | 98% |
| 3468 | 2021-02-26 20:50:55 | 95.03 | 99.1% |