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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2638 | 2019-09-12 18:00:04 | 90.98 | 96% |
1025 | 2019-08-12 23:14:29 | 87.78 | 96% |