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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12263 | 2023-12-07 23:14:45 | 105.52 | 97.5% |
10847 | 2023-04-25 08:48:10 | 93.31 | 97% |
10424 | 2023-04-17 23:12:14 | 108.31 | 99% |
9919 | 2023-03-14 00:39:30 | 110.26 | 98% |
5352 | 2022-04-02 19:05:18 | 96.44 | 99% |
4907 | 2022-03-24 07:01:11 | 89.94 | 98% |
2733 | 2022-02-16 07:29:24 | 95.13 | 99% |