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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8018 | 2021-01-10 18:40:17 | 105.66 | 98% |
3584 | 2019-08-18 15:20:30 | 83.73 | 96% |