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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10710 | 2023-02-14 11:56:47 | 127.11 | 98% |
6412 | 2022-11-24 17:47:24 | 117.14 | 98% |