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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11444 | 2021-07-05 03:12:35 | 96.34 | 97% |
9247 | 2020-05-25 23:23:53 | 118.01 | 98% |