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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2445 | 2021-06-22 08:06:29 | 95.18 | 97% |
1561 | 2021-01-29 00:02:27 | 103.52 | 98.2% |
934 | 2021-01-13 12:50:32 | 93.95 | 96% |