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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3630 | 2020-01-10 14:08:52 | 76.03 | 97% |
3583 | 2020-01-08 16:48:18 | 69.57 | 95% |