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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564 | 2024-03-06 16:42:26 | 89.12 | 98.7% |
19 | 2023-02-23 19:49:07 | 86.53 | 98% |