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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977 | 2022-03-25 05:11:54 | 55.25 | 93% |
893 | 2022-03-17 08:05:48 | 60.78 | 94% |