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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3950 | 2023-06-22 08:54:05 | 73.07 | 95% |
3768 | 2023-05-08 09:08:47 | 84.81 | 98% |
1383 | 2021-05-13 15:36:33 | 71.27 | 97% |