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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3758 | 2023-08-14 08:16:04 | 59.10 | 95% |
2477 | 2023-01-26 17:11:52 | 61.36 | 96% |
1428 | 2022-09-26 03:36:57 | 56.56 | 96% |