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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5921 | 2021-02-25 06:45:49 | 86.00 | 97% |
3789 | 2020-12-27 16:13:17 | 74.31 | 95% |
1713 | 2020-09-07 11:12:51 | 86.31 | 97% |