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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1288 | 2023-10-02 02:47:38 | 92.60 | 95.6% |
675 | 2022-06-05 02:35:34 | 79.98 | 98% |