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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1667 | 2023-12-07 22:27:58 | 97.30 | 98.4% |
993 | 2022-11-18 16:49:09 | 107.11 | 98% |