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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5162 | 2020-11-09 00:23:19 | 81.54 | 96% |
3571 | 2020-09-03 18:55:04 | 88.05 | 95% |