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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10507 | 2020-02-22 09:53:25 | 82.30 | 96% |
2058 | 2019-07-26 17:43:05 | 89.52 | 97% |