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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1825 | 2022-05-05 21:02:03 | 103.57 | 98% |
1463 | 2022-01-18 09:54:20 | 74.57 | 94% |