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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2817 | 2023-06-10 10:45:44 | 65.41 | 93% |
416 | 2023-05-05 12:50:45 | 56.51 | 93% |