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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4206 | 2023-08-21 23:48:48 | 119.85 | 100% |
3102 | 2021-08-07 17:56:27 | 105.91 | 98% |
1958 | 2021-03-09 05:41:17 | 102.21 | 99% |