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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7699 | 2023-08-01 21:10:51 | 163.03 | 98% |
7411 | 2022-12-29 17:15:33 | 127.74 | 93% |
7118 | 2022-08-25 10:33:41 | 133.76 | 97% |