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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90012 | 2022-03-20 16:07:58 | 125.12 | 98% |
88815 | 2022-02-09 00:13:40 | 121.81 | 97% |