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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1278 | 2023-01-18 22:27:15 | 111.45 | 98% |
1223 | 2022-11-08 16:53:16 | 114.05 | 99% |