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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402 | 2022-09-29 16:53:49 | 97.45 | 97% |
320 | 2022-09-08 18:10:27 | 86.58 | 96% |