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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23918 | 2022-12-05 16:52:50 | 155.20 | 99% |
23680 | 2022-11-23 20:06:21 | 154.09 | 99% |
23578 | 2022-07-24 01:00:03 | 149.49 | 99% |
16092 | 2019-10-02 21:54:48 | 171.94 | 100% |
13557 | 2019-07-24 18:59:39 | 135.00 | 97% |
9299 | 2019-03-06 14:51:21 | 145.61 | 99% |