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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2348 | 2023-11-11 04:52:38 | 122.28 | 97.1% |
2024 | 2023-10-17 04:03:41 | 92.67 | 93.9% |
1931 | 2023-03-30 04:39:23 | 113.68 | 98% |