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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2568 | 2020-04-27 21:35:25 | 100.03 | 98% |
| 967 | 2020-03-31 17:42:52 | 79.54 | 95% |