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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10113 | 2021-11-09 13:43:22 | 89.14 | 98% |
6874 | 2021-09-11 10:22:00 | 71.20 | 97% |
4289 | 2021-08-03 04:34:08 | 78.12 | 97% |