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