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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1947 | 2021-01-03 06:42:06 | 66.87 | 95% |
623 | 2020-10-20 16:54:53 | 57.78 | 93% |