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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4388 | 2022-04-17 16:54:42 | 75.12 | 95% |
3563 | 2022-02-09 10:34:16 | 77.10 | 97% |