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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7551 | 2021-05-29 23:17:52 | 119.89 | 98% |
6768 | 2020-01-02 08:17:39 | 115.74 | 98% |