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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 646 | 2021-07-29 05:26:24 | 88.42 | 97% |
| 273 | 2019-02-21 00:59:42 | 42.96 | 96% |