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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4286 | 2021-06-25 18:29:17 | 41.33 | 95% |
| 699 | 2020-09-27 00:15:28 | 48.12 | 95% |