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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4281 | 2022-02-02 21:55:16 | 149.90 | 98% |
3555 | 2021-12-13 04:13:30 | 138.07 | 98% |