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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 989 | 2020-07-07 02:43:18 | 88.14 | 97% |
| 641 | 2020-03-08 02:51:39 | 88.34 | 99% |