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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2063 | 2022-01-27 00:39:49 | 73.04 | 96% |
| 1645 | 2020-08-24 20:07:57 | 74.01 | 96% |