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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 943 | 2020-10-04 06:44:58 | 78.22 | 95% |
| 726 | 2020-08-23 08:56:35 | 92.81 | 98% |