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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3771 | 2023-03-12 17:01:34 | 77.65 | 97% |
2166 | 2020-02-18 18:05:13 | 76.60 | 98% |