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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8917 | 2020-05-02 20:33:44 | 84.58 | 96% |
| 7788 | 2020-04-08 21:20:59 | 92.20 | 97% |