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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2598 | 2021-05-28 10:17:09 | 69.37 | 96% |
2325 | 2021-05-15 07:11:02 | 71.49 | 98% |