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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20721 | 2023-06-27 15:23:03 | 79.13 | 97% |
19252 | 2023-05-24 08:42:48 | 66.59 | 97% |
19172 | 2023-05-23 03:39:58 | 80.70 | 97% |