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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1178 | 2022-05-16 19:16:39 | 110.18 | 99% |
1123 | 2022-05-14 15:24:33 | 111.50 | 98% |
1116 | 2022-05-14 15:19:46 | 123.73 | 99% |
397 | 2022-03-22 14:16:57 | 100.96 | 98% |