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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5575 | 2020-05-10 10:35:46 | 65.31 | 95% |
805 | 2019-08-05 14:44:05 | 49.16 | 94% |