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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2321 | 2020-06-01 23:01:33 | 76.03 | 95% |
335 | 2019-04-05 02:02:16 | 81.22 | 95% |