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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26717 | 2020-06-19 21:16:05 | 115.39 | 99% |
22891 | 2020-04-22 20:19:59 | 113.80 | 98% |