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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3441 | 2023-05-30 08:50:21 | 88.17 | 99% |
390 | 2021-03-15 00:48:13 | 87.68 | 98% |