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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1457 | 2020-12-06 10:12:10 | 80.22 | 94% |
1287 | 2020-12-03 10:03:38 | 111.09 | 98% |