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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6374 | 2022-11-09 16:43:56 | 164.88 | 97% |
5484 | 2022-05-15 22:06:03 | 151.29 | 98% |
4889 | 2021-11-19 15:54:13 | 166.74 | 99% |
3900 | 2021-06-10 20:35:42 | 166.20 | 98% |