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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57 | 2020-08-19 10:09:58 | 46.37 | 93% |
| 2 | 2020-08-17 11:01:05 | 40.13 | 92% |