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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6927 | 2021-06-17 03:15:06 | 109.85 | 98% |
5169 | 2021-01-18 01:47:43 | 98.76 | 96% |
4302 | 2021-01-09 06:58:01 | 104.05 | 98% |
3030 | 2020-12-28 05:47:11 | 96.10 | 97% |
2815 | 2020-12-25 17:41:05 | 83.80 | 97% |