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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4397 | 2021-08-26 19:50:17 | 105.28 | 96% |
3031 | 2021-06-12 19:00:25 | 103.80 | 98% |
527 | 2021-04-14 02:34:36 | 93.41 | 96% |