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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44900 | 2024-03-04 15:20:00 | 99.86 | 97.8% |
32130 | 2022-03-26 02:08:10 | 92.78 | 97% |
29672 | 2019-03-18 18:45:09 | 116.99 | 99% |
28648 | 2019-02-23 17:32:27 | 89.97 | 95% |