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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1325 | 2023-04-22 10:41:30 | 52.10 | 97% |
1225 | 2023-04-13 16:23:42 | 49.17 | 97% |
311 | 2022-12-31 12:12:15 | 43.33 | 97% |