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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11261 | 2021-12-24 14:04:17 | 140.59 | 97% |
9216 | 2021-07-14 21:55:13 | 111.80 | 96% |