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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1308 | 2020-02-13 09:58:34 | 96.27 | 97% |
| 267 | 2019-11-06 09:57:40 | 86.27 | 97% |