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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7322 | 2022-07-07 14:48:49 | 111.23 | 98% |
6260 | 2022-05-10 13:32:20 | 114.18 | 99% |