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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487 | 2020-10-04 23:09:14 | 62.65 | 95% |
392 | 2020-09-30 18:45:47 | 61.66 | 95% |