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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6024 | 2023-03-13 15:13:16 | 77.87 | 99% |
5192 | 2023-02-11 12:28:09 | 80.27 | 99% |
192 | 2022-03-20 12:00:27 | 62.70 | 98% |