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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4897 | 2023-04-18 13:00:55 | 84.08 | 97% |
3544 | 2022-10-05 12:31:11 | 67.96 | 95% |
1206 | 2022-02-11 18:46:59 | 74.31 | 96% |
519 | 2022-01-01 15:11:23 | 63.11 | 95% |