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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6608 | 2021-02-08 06:37:44 | 62.31 | 93.6% |
| 6155 | 2021-02-02 09:42:30 | 72.00 | 96.7% |