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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1016 | 2021-12-14 21:16:24 | 70.84 | 97% |
727 | 2021-11-24 17:18:30 | 76.40 | 99% |