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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 358 | 2021-04-21 18:58:15 | 63.72 | 95% |
| 116 | 2021-02-02 15:06:00 | 54.19 | 95.7% |