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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6044 | 2021-06-17 01:29:05 | 88.21 | 96% |
1483 | 2020-12-08 08:06:52 | 61.31 | 94% |
322 | 2020-10-16 06:48:21 | 69.97 | 95% |