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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487 | 2021-01-13 19:11:29 | 65.52 | 94% |
198 | 2020-06-15 21:10:26 | 46.44 | 94% |