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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1168 | 2020-04-01 13:55:03 | 48.77 | 94% |
584 | 2019-08-23 14:06:18 | 44.22 | 93% |