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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1811 | 2023-01-19 01:23:12 | 86.02 | 98% |
1712 | 2023-01-03 06:56:31 | 86.62 | 98% |