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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2276 | 2022-01-27 11:33:07 | 61.35 | 94% |
| 657 | 2021-06-30 16:27:00 | 60.29 | 98% |