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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2018 | 2021-02-27 05:18:33 | 97.35 | 97.8% |
1986 | 2021-02-23 04:54:19 | 109.08 | 99% |
496 | 2019-08-27 15:49:53 | 105.25 | 99% |