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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2493 | 2024-03-23 13:10:13 | 113.89 | 98.8% |
1190 | 2022-07-13 15:58:55 | 72.13 | 95% |
425 | 2022-02-23 15:08:56 | 72.94 | 97% |