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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2815 | 2020-12-08 07:50:58 | 67.30 | 96% |
2421 | 2020-12-04 04:29:18 | 86.77 | 99% |