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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2021-02-11 20:19:19 | 88.63 | 96.7% |
| 349 | 2020-12-25 21:16:26 | 86.37 | 98% |