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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2913 | 2022-05-24 12:50:47 | 79.65 | 96% |
2621 | 2022-05-14 16:43:44 | 75.66 | 97% |