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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29737 | 2021-05-15 08:25:52 | 184.51 | 99% |
23750 | 2020-07-22 04:20:32 | 176.92 | 99% |
22485 | 2020-03-02 01:25:51 | 192.04 | 100% |
21034 | 2019-11-10 14:01:25 | 174.03 | 98% |
17386 | 2019-04-19 22:55:17 | 182.43 | 99% |
15485 | 2019-02-28 23:44:42 | 180.10 | 99% |
12650 | 2019-02-06 10:51:04 | 182.15 | 100% |