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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7834 | 2022-01-15 10:42:09 | 62.07 | 96% |
6469 | 2021-12-25 15:05:32 | 52.72 | 97% |
442 | 2021-07-21 06:00:36 | 58.10 | 96% |