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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7536 | 2021-10-10 22:16:07 | 120.92 | 97% |
6533 | 2021-03-13 03:08:15 | 109.29 | 96% |
5151 | 2020-06-24 20:36:59 | 107.88 | 96% |
4272 | 2020-06-11 16:34:45 | 92.82 | 97% |