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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4256 | 2021-11-26 13:14:08 | 105.90 | 97% |
4137 | 2021-09-05 23:49:25 | 120.40 | 100% |
3217 | 2019-06-25 23:00:56 | 114.92 | 99% |