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 |
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11780 | 2023-03-04 23:42:56 | 75.29 | 98% |
9692 | 2022-06-11 02:57:44 | 66.84 | 98% |
652 | 2021-10-01 01:59:28 | 45.37 | 95% |