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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2801 | 2020-08-23 08:56:31 | 109.16 | 98% |
1889 | 2020-08-16 07:05:26 | 115.06 | 97% |
1480 | 2020-08-07 05:42:34 | 108.98 | 99% |