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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1272 | 2021-10-22 01:00:18 | 83.63 | 96% |
1144 | 2021-09-29 05:34:18 | 82.80 | 97% |
768 | 2021-08-05 21:04:30 | 76.44 | 96% |
591 | 2021-07-29 01:46:46 | 72.21 | 96% |