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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2135 | 2020-08-12 16:52:02 | 75.65 | 99% |
905 | 2020-07-30 15:45:14 | 71.29 | 98% |