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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536 | 2021-03-06 08:59:25 | 70.97 | 95% |
262 | 2020-12-22 05:07:36 | 71.18 | 95% |
92 | 2020-12-02 09:43:37 | 54.48 | 93% |