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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9730 | 2020-02-09 05:12:05 | 91.95 | 96% |
9507 | 2020-02-01 18:01:45 | 110.46 | 99% |