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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8205 | 2022-01-19 21:19:19 | 95.34 | 96% |
8014 | 2021-12-12 11:56:35 | 104.60 | 98% |
7085 | 2021-09-27 21:19:29 | 102.40 | 98% |
6672 | 2021-09-02 16:37:50 | 103.89 | 99% |