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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3529 | 2022-02-07 21:15:51 | 81.46 | 99% |
3429 | 2022-02-06 02:01:40 | 74.65 | 97% |