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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828 | 2021-02-28 04:36:48 | 65.02 | 97.6% |
410 | 2021-01-17 21:02:10 | 58.43 | 97% |