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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3733 | 2021-01-01 06:47:20 | 93.09 | 100% |
3326 | 2020-12-11 23:24:07 | 116.13 | 100% |
3325 | 2020-12-11 23:23:23 | 109.39 | 100% |