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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30095 | 2024-01-31 01:12:13 | 83.70 | 98.7% |
27591 | 2023-10-22 06:38:37 | 87.54 | 100% |
26708 | 2021-01-02 16:36:49 | 92.22 | 100% |
25051 | 2019-09-19 09:29:32 | 83.94 | 99% |