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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473 | 2023-07-10 01:19:55 | 57.62 | 96% |
196 | 2023-06-10 13:56:47 | 60.27 | 96% |