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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1519 | 2022-10-07 13:46:45 | 96.64 | 98% |
1491 | 2022-10-05 06:16:57 | 96.64 | 98% |
645 | 2022-07-21 16:30:42 | 89.12 | 98% |