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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3829 | 2023-10-28 13:54:15 | 91.16 | 97.5% |
175 | 2023-09-12 18:21:09 | 87.36 | 98% |