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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2020-12-23 00:55:27 | 89.35 | 97% |
| 115 | 2020-10-26 15:58:36 | 74.32 | 98% |