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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3840 | 2022-03-23 07:56:24 | 87.43 | 96% |
396 | 2021-09-09 15:44:37 | 63.94 | 94% |