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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10498 | 2022-07-04 04:19:57 | 103.30 | 98% |
6670 | 2019-08-09 03:38:54 | 104.80 | 97% |