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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3922 | 2023-07-31 15:33:44 | 82.99 | 97% |
3743 | 2023-07-22 13:33:43 | 78.23 | 98% |