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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7649 | 2024-01-25 17:42:09 | 109.15 | 99.1% |
4102 | 2021-05-06 04:50:11 | 99.64 | 98% |
1885 | 2020-12-27 17:42:43 | 92.94 | 97% |