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 |
---|---|---|---|
5851 | 2023-09-30 18:44:30 | 102.98 | 97.4% |
5158 | 2023-02-18 19:47:15 | 113.58 | 98% |
3453 | 2022-10-31 01:50:51 | 92.25 | 98% |
3431 | 2022-10-30 20:11:44 | 82.29 | 94% |
2253 | 2019-10-14 20:42:19 | 69.94 | 94% |