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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978 | 2024-02-04 17:38:47 | 90.70 | 98% |
234 | 2019-07-15 13:06:07 | 82.29 | 97% |