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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2041 | 2022-04-03 23:39:34 | 72.10 | 95% |
1590 | 2022-03-08 21:33:50 | 72.56 | 95% |
1218 | 2022-02-19 18:18:17 | 71.01 | 94% |