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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10311 | 2023-06-22 11:11:32 | 77.59 | 98% |
10148 | 2023-05-28 01:07:22 | 72.79 | 97% |