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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14649 | 2023-10-13 01:19:24 | 112.04 | 99.1% |
8751 | 2022-11-06 04:54:24 | 100.51 | 96% |
5778 | 2022-09-23 07:59:30 | 104.83 | 97% |