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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890 | 2021-07-15 00:00:31 | 69.08 | 94% |
728 | 2021-07-11 20:22:18 | 57.89 | 94% |