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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12659 | 2023-09-28 08:40:10 | 132.39 | 97.9% |
12393 | 2023-09-23 02:52:24 | 141.44 | 98.7% |
7293 | 2022-06-15 15:02:06 | 143.35 | 100% |
3 | 2020-08-12 12:48:11 | 103.84 | 99% |