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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5965 | 2022-11-23 13:37:27 | 58.01 | 94% |
2829 | 2021-10-14 04:59:21 | 61.64 | 96% |
2733 | 2021-10-11 15:26:27 | 48.53 | 94% |