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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18555 | 2022-09-15 17:33:24 | 88.34 | 98% |
16876 | 2019-06-03 23:01:15 | 83.01 | 99% |