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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14003 | 2024-02-27 00:07:10 | 147.82 | 99.1% |
11427 | 2022-03-29 02:17:39 | 131.01 | 98% |