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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2021-01-08 04:27:04 | 80.97 | 98% |
| 180 | 2021-01-03 11:58:02 | 82.79 | 97% |