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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2399 | 2021-09-27 12:43:56 | 65.69 | 98% |
2269 | 2021-09-03 11:56:30 | 67.42 | 96% |