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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7677 | 2023-08-03 20:26:21 | 81.41 | 96% |
7528 | 2023-07-24 19:24:31 | 95.82 | 98% |
2603 | 2022-11-15 22:53:13 | 77.41 | 97% |
422 | 2022-06-07 01:08:59 | 66.45 | 96% |