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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6771 | 2022-09-14 20:33:26 | 107.72 | 99% |
2321 | 2022-02-17 21:50:08 | 102.96 | 99% |
255 | 2022-01-10 21:38:02 | 93.56 | 99% |