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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10015 | 2023-03-11 23:14:58 | 137.62 | 100% |
2023 | 2019-02-07 17:53:19 | 141.36 | 100% |
1225 | 2019-02-05 05:36:58 | 129.01 | 99% |