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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652 | 2021-05-08 17:45:54 | 89.96 | 98% |
425 | 2021-02-23 08:21:52 | 82.29 | 96.4% |
336 | 2020-12-08 16:13:28 | 71.35 | 95% |