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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2448 | 2019-03-19 11:32:54 | 96.65 | 100% |
2424 | 2019-03-11 06:33:42 | 83.67 | 98% |