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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5148 | 2020-06-28 13:11:34 | 94.45 | 100% |
3452 | 2019-02-15 06:38:56 | 84.83 | 99% |