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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5236 | 2023-06-18 13:05:21 | 66.69 | 96% |
5228 | 2023-06-18 09:37:04 | 50.44 | 94% |
5007 | 2023-02-09 08:55:59 | 55.09 | 96% |