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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1910 | 2020-12-06 05:33:43 | 66.86 | 97% |
1174 | 2020-11-21 05:55:46 | 61.61 | 96% |
324 | 2020-11-04 01:15:03 | 58.76 | 96% |