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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2247 | 2020-09-29 09:49:30 | 40.94 | 94% |
746 | 2020-08-18 07:33:31 | 35.50 | 96% |