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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1248 | 2022-05-28 17:37:54 | 100.17 | 97% |
1083 | 2021-11-10 14:40:50 | 102.76 | 97% |
18 | 2021-11-03 17:17:36 | 80.87 | 99% |