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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538 | 2020-05-07 11:33:35 | 72.80 | 98% |
376 | 2019-08-18 08:40:10 | 65.46 | 98% |
214 | 2019-08-13 06:08:07 | 56.39 | 97% |