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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15616 | 2020-12-18 02:25:55 | 113.18 | 98% |
13119 | 2020-09-21 03:07:17 | 126.09 | 100% |
10471 | 2020-02-16 19:40:23 | 110.23 | 99% |
7244 | 2019-11-10 16:38:26 | 102.92 | 98% |