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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7139 | 2021-12-14 10:55:51 | 72.65 | 97% |
4788 | 2021-03-06 13:22:07 | 83.45 | 97% |
4528 | 2021-02-27 13:31:03 | 83.74 | 97% |
2906 | 2021-01-11 12:20:48 | 88.79 | 98% |
242 | 2020-02-02 20:43:36 | 55.07 | 95% |
189 | 2020-01-05 15:38:10 | 62.25 | 98% |