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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4984 | 2022-03-30 22:37:47 | 115.74 | 99% |
4087 | 2022-03-23 14:45:40 | 121.18 | 99% |