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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7749 | 2021-06-03 22:59:19 | 70.80 | 95% |
4325 | 2021-02-19 19:36:33 | 81.74 | 96.7% |