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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1670 | 2021-04-14 19:45:27 | 71.48 | 96% |
785 | 2019-08-24 20:33:35 | 65.47 | 95% |
650 | 2019-08-01 15:14:28 | 62.93 | 95% |