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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11297 | 2019-12-15 07:40:20 | 94.68 | 99% |
10266 | 2019-07-04 09:41:40 | 91.00 | 100% |