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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2625 | 2023-04-28 08:59:27 | 114.88 | 99% |
991 | 2022-07-31 07:50:28 | 113.53 | 100% |