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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12421 | 2020-05-11 16:00:46 | 129.88 | 98% |
11380 | 2020-04-22 14:28:11 | 130.46 | 98% |
7722 | 2020-01-25 09:43:43 | 154.43 | 100% |
7245 | 2020-01-08 16:45:43 | 138.88 | 98% |
6933 | 2020-01-03 17:02:22 | 131.44 | 96% |
4658 | 2019-12-12 17:35:07 | 137.81 | 100% |