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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5288 | 2021-05-10 03:57:47 | 122.17 | 100% |
5036 | 2021-04-28 14:41:03 | 109.13 | 99% |
2234 | 2020-11-04 20:36:14 | 92.97 | 98% |
2102 | 2020-10-25 18:38:49 | 74.19 | 94% |