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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2358 | 2021-05-09 07:14:25 | 77.16 | 98% |
| 863 | 2021-03-01 11:39:21 | 42.58 | 96% |