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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10261 | 2023-08-17 23:37:55 | 83.06 | 96% |
7768 | 2022-01-08 03:48:22 | 90.51 | 97% |