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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4378 | 2021-07-02 05:45:54 | 70.82 | 99% |
3438 | 2019-05-14 06:37:31 | 75.73 | 100% |