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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1221 | 2022-07-16 16:07:13 | 75.08 | 98% |
765 | 2022-03-24 15:54:35 | 66.11 | 95% |