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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299139 | 2021-02-10 11:41:26 | 208.23 | 99.6% |
295857 | 2020-12-27 10:01:12 | 170.63 | 98% |
289236 | 2019-03-17 03:34:47 | 156.46 | 98% |
287425 | 2019-03-15 17:08:47 | 148.85 | 100% |
283332 | 2019-02-28 18:44:19 | 144.55 | 98% |
281415 | 2019-02-16 03:30:03 | 181.04 | 99% |