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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 399 | 2020-10-07 18:18:46 | 90.38 | 98% |
| 340 | 2020-10-05 23:23:18 | 77.92 | 99% |