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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7799 | 2020-04-25 08:31:39 | 101.06 | 99% |
7735 | 2020-04-17 01:20:15 | 100.56 | 99% |