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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28811 | 2022-01-07 08:33:45 | 111.46 | 97% |
28516 | 2021-12-13 16:08:51 | 128.62 | 99% |