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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10024 | 2020-03-05 13:58:33 | 159.14 | 99% |
9413 | 2020-01-30 15:01:45 | 124.37 | 98% |
6648 | 2019-12-27 16:36:39 | 107.24 | 95% |
4762 | 2019-12-11 06:21:54 | 117.69 | 97% |