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 |
---|---|---|---|
1662 | 2021-07-20 13:11:16 | 76.66 | 97% |
1603 | 2021-03-18 04:26:11 | 73.37 | 95% |
1260 | 2020-11-21 04:13:35 | 77.84 | 97% |