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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1972 | 2022-12-25 11:09:35 | 81.46 | 97% |
966 | 2021-01-12 17:12:45 | 72.20 | 97% |
863 | 2021-01-08 22:50:19 | 74.04 | 98% |
849 | 2021-01-07 20:15:26 | 71.70 | 97% |