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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8523 | 2021-09-15 16:44:59 | 92.63 | 98% |
3322 | 2021-02-07 18:51:45 | 77.78 | 96% |
1822 | 2020-12-10 00:38:12 | 76.03 | 97% |