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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1330 | 2019-12-04 11:57:24 | 52.42 | 99% |
450 | 2019-09-03 18:56:58 | 74.28 | 97% |
228 | 2019-07-15 10:32:10 | 65.61 | 98% |