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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2462 | 2022-12-16 15:47:15 | 86.16 | 97% |
1773 | 2022-08-06 05:51:28 | 86.28 | 97% |