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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4916 | 2021-05-07 16:35:43 | 94.46 | 97% |
3100 | 2021-01-14 14:21:52 | 67.96 | 96% |
1071 | 2020-11-09 15:16:58 | 68.69 | 95% |