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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2021-01-13 22:44:46 | 80.97 | 96% |
| 144 | 2020-12-25 04:23:13 | 65.21 | 94% |