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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9612 | 2023-09-05 06:15:28 | 133.13 | 97% |
6078 | 2021-05-03 09:40:42 | 144.29 | 99% |
5573 | 2021-04-05 06:49:50 | 138.99 | 98% |