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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 151 | 2020-10-27 07:39:43 | 63.12 | 93% |
| 133 | 2020-10-27 07:12:00 | 57.88 | 93% |