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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332 | 2022-07-03 06:14:00 | 130.43 | 100% |
209 | 2022-06-28 01:14:19 | 122.02 | 100% |
176 | 2022-06-27 02:51:32 | 106.73 | 98% |