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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19329 | 2020-04-08 14:50:21 | 83.06 | 99% |
18574 | 2019-12-04 11:57:04 | 89.60 | 100% |