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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3267 | 2022-12-11 05:17:54 | 101.08 | 97% |
2480 | 2022-08-28 03:33:22 | 113.21 | 98% |
1483 | 2022-05-06 14:09:29 | 108.15 | 99% |
1223 | 2022-01-29 03:27:58 | 93.31 | 97% |
146 | 2021-08-10 01:37:20 | 88.44 | 97% |