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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627 | 2022-08-05 13:34:06 | 101.97 | 98% |
419 | 2020-10-11 08:28:28 | 93.02 | 97% |