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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16246 | 2022-07-11 12:38:27 | 108.48 | 99% |
14457 | 2022-03-27 07:45:32 | 123.38 | 99% |
14053 | 2022-03-23 06:04:18 | 119.76 | 97% |