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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3161 | 2022-10-17 04:13:50 | 73.53 | 97% |
2799 | 2022-10-02 03:02:46 | 66.20 | 98% |