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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8017 | 2023-04-28 03:01:28 | 88.72 | 99% |
5940 | 2023-01-22 07:10:42 | 57.72 | 96% |
2483 | 2022-10-11 17:41:38 | 73.75 | 97% |