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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5081 | 2022-05-03 14:45:39 | 113.01 | 98% |
3377 | 2022-03-13 15:49:50 | 83.03 | 94% |