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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1283 | 2023-07-26 23:53:21 | 55.22 | 96% |
| 1109 | 2023-07-26 14:30:47 | 61.58 | 98.3% |