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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5184 | 2021-02-19 19:36:28 | 95.72 | 97.9% |
4840 | 2020-11-02 13:05:43 | 102.12 | 98% |