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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2779 | 2021-01-01 23:33:37 | 109.03 | 98% |
2298 | 2019-03-28 02:13:50 | 113.45 | 98% |