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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
430 2020-06-06 16:19:06 158.03 98%
15 2020-06-02 09:22:13 163.90 98%