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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3820 | 2023-09-30 13:03:34 | 67.22 | 96.7% |
1913 | 2023-01-18 12:18:03 | 66.99 | 98% |