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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579 | 2021-02-17 15:23:01 | 60.87 | 95% |
487 | 2021-01-30 10:19:35 | 50.41 | 93.1% |