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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2703 | 2021-01-09 11:28:07 | 84.37 | 98% |
1159 | 2020-04-17 05:20:39 | 86.18 | 98% |