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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4258 | 2023-02-05 03:31:16 | 72.29 | 99% |
3657 | 2022-02-08 17:17:14 | 82.47 | 97% |
3284 | 2021-12-16 04:42:35 | 73.22 | 96% |