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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2927 | 2021-10-03 11:38:07 | 84.56 | 99% |
345 | 2020-06-25 10:19:04 | 41.86 | 94% |