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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3500 | 2021-09-08 06:43:05 | 91.40 | 98% |
3280 | 2021-08-25 13:27:28 | 95.50 | 98% |
1517 | 2021-05-01 08:24:41 | 74.01 | 98% |