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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3177 | 2021-04-28 13:54:14 | 40.11 | 96% |
2156 | 2021-03-22 03:38:25 | 40.97 | 97% |
1522 | 2021-03-04 12:30:47 | 35.67 | 96% |