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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7899 | 2024-04-14 09:14:49 | 106.59 | 98% |
1776 | 2022-02-24 02:06:51 | 89.34 | 97% |