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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1906 | 2021-05-01 19:10:29 | 44.66 | 96% |
| 778 | 2019-02-13 09:15:28 | 36.04 | 97% |