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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1378 | 2021-02-08 22:38:53 | 71.04 | 99.1% |
| 1326 | 2021-02-06 02:58:17 | 60.24 | 96.3% |