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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2262 | 2023-04-05 03:52:08 | 89.71 | 97% |
1531 | 2021-02-27 13:31:08 | 70.92 | 96% |
1201 | 2021-01-25 07:00:27 | 84.83 | 97% |