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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15100 | 2023-01-24 03:46:13 | 53.52 | 96% |
14811 | 2023-01-06 03:15:59 | 51.59 | 96% |
8140 | 2021-11-13 22:21:17 | 39.54 | 93% |
6676 | 2021-10-16 02:38:28 | 48.00 | 97% |