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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3585 | 2021-02-28 22:26:15 | 124.93 | 96.2% |
2903 | 2021-02-07 09:20:13 | 111.57 | 95.7% |