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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1751 | 2022-07-21 13:22:01 | 69.58 | 95% |
| 711 | 2022-01-06 16:04:36 | 58.21 | 96% |