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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2418 | 2022-03-08 12:35:46 | 78.85 | 98% |
1495 | 2021-08-03 10:23:24 | 66.18 | 97% |