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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51748 | 2024-04-18 11:38:18 | 155.87 | 97.8% |
50549 | 2024-02-19 03:51:10 | 152.01 | 99.1% |
48319 | 2022-08-01 08:27:10 | 155.71 | 100% |
45649 | 2021-01-24 15:22:18 | 143.74 | 98% |