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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13902 | 2023-10-17 07:19:49 | 76.96 | 98.2% |
237 | 2023-03-09 16:16:38 | 44.17 | 98% |