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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6303 | 2023-02-27 04:42:52 | 63.82 | 99% |
4252 | 2021-09-24 09:30:43 | 57.95 | 98% |
2861 | 2021-04-03 09:17:43 | 54.93 | 99% |
2681 | 2021-02-24 06:04:09 | 51.92 | 99.1% |