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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5448 | 2023-10-28 13:22:15 | 73.14 | 95.7% |
751 | 2022-05-04 17:33:16 | 65.38 | 96% |
299 | 2022-03-19 03:08:14 | 61.07 | 97% |