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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6675 | 2023-07-18 12:06:23 | 110.93 | 99% |
5022 | 2022-04-23 10:34:31 | 98.07 | 98% |
633 | 2020-02-08 14:14:39 | 89.32 | 100% |