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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3526 | 2021-05-05 21:23:04 | 94.34 | 96% |
| 2047 | 2021-03-03 00:10:49 | 106.39 | 98.7% |