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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4886 | 2019-11-16 21:50:06 | 58.16 | 97% |
2544 | 2019-09-08 04:02:55 | 57.08 | 96% |