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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4729 | 2022-01-11 02:57:40 | 108.09 | 96% |
4305 | 2020-08-28 02:51:22 | 120.54 | 99% |
1580 | 2020-07-04 03:42:19 | 79.75 | 97% |