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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2930 | 2022-04-02 04:31:45 | 116.76 | 100% |
2455 | 2021-02-08 08:47:44 | 113.30 | 99.6% |