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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5144 | 2020-01-15 05:32:23 | 116.48 | 98% |
3378 | 2019-10-10 17:58:46 | 97.40 | 97% |