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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31096 | 2023-01-07 17:47:13 | 104.75 | 99% |
27181 | 2021-03-11 11:50:51 | 103.73 | 99% |
25086 | 2020-10-15 18:16:07 | 114.72 | 100% |
23579 | 2020-05-20 15:02:14 | 109.20 | 99% |
23190 | 2020-04-27 11:19:07 | 120.55 | 100% |