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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1645 | 2020-10-04 21:11:21 | 115.36 | 100% |
| 983 | 2019-02-16 03:26:20 | 113.36 | 98% |