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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6055 | 2022-12-13 09:35:17 | 87.59 | 98% |
3646 | 2021-04-19 04:46:49 | 84.42 | 98% |