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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2020-02-13 14:44:24 | 90.68 | 97% |
| 97 | 2019-04-09 01:05:09 | 82.28 | 97% |