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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3021 | 2022-05-22 04:56:19 | 99.35 | 99% |
2783 | 2021-07-12 05:17:37 | 98.15 | 99% |