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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4520 | 2020-11-08 14:27:06 | 99.23 | 99% |
3477 | 2019-12-18 21:55:04 | 78.66 | 97% |