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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6169 | 2022-12-30 07:06:33 | 74.86 | 99% |
3744 | 2021-12-05 08:16:27 | 65.97 | 100% |
2523 | 2021-05-28 02:30:03 | 67.63 | 98% |