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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779 | 2023-10-26 22:30:18 | 94.99 | 100% |
240 | 2023-05-24 21:56:37 | 87.30 | 99% |