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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2906 | 2024-02-24 01:11:06 | 82.97 | 99.1% |
1444 | 2023-07-25 12:46:50 | 72.94 | 99% |