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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4077 | 2023-11-13 10:35:23 | 97.05 | 100% |
3586 | 2022-01-19 17:26:42 | 85.20 | 98% |
3169 | 2021-12-07 13:10:06 | 89.93 | 100% |