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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2035 | 2021-01-31 14:24:38 | 72.07 | 97.5% |
1729 | 2021-01-19 16:47:09 | 65.21 | 94% |