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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2535 | 2020-12-13 12:07:11 | 92.35 | 97% |
2465 | 2020-12-02 15:49:30 | 97.39 | 98% |
361 | 2020-08-07 05:42:36 | 99.41 | 98% |