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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18071 | 2022-10-12 16:21:35 | 142.43 | 98% |
17700 | 2021-06-27 02:06:22 | 149.05 | 98% |