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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98 | 2019-07-26 15:47:18 | 103.70 | 96% |
89 | 2019-07-25 21:40:16 | 85.88 | 95% |