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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246 | 2022-08-14 15:41:17 | 53.47 | 93% |
58 | 2021-06-07 16:30:04 | 27.81 | 89% |