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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50191 | 2022-04-16 04:32:47 | 138.69 | 99% |
48984 | 2022-02-17 11:47:39 | 155.34 | 99% |
42780 | 2021-02-20 09:30:15 | 144.51 | 98% |
42403 | 2021-02-15 11:22:19 | 163.71 | 98.7% |