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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1158 | 2022-11-05 12:25:07 | 77.95 | 97% |
575 | 2022-10-27 06:24:15 | 82.23 | 98% |