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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3571 | 2020-09-29 08:05:28 | 90.96 | 97% |
2836 | 2020-09-21 02:10:17 | 89.27 | 97% |
2244 | 2020-09-14 12:37:16 | 82.73 | 96% |