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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3538 | 2021-04-02 18:35:01 | 101.75 | 97% |
2461 | 2021-03-03 14:21:51 | 92.84 | 98% |