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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13869 | 2023-01-05 02:37:40 | 66.89 | 95% |
12119 | 2022-03-21 06:27:45 | 72.99 | 99% |
10890 | 2021-01-19 09:41:21 | 72.08 | 96% |
10169 | 2020-11-17 06:00:18 | 76.93 | 98% |