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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5227 | 2023-12-13 15:57:37 | 86.04 | 96.7% |
4554 | 2023-05-22 13:47:24 | 77.18 | 95% |
1793 | 2022-10-09 05:02:18 | 63.60 | 93% |
1325 | 2022-08-16 16:35:24 | 71.00 | 95% |
768 | 2022-03-12 11:39:00 | 58.28 | 92% |