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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1115 | 2021-01-16 05:20:21 | 73.43 | 97% |
888 | 2020-12-25 07:17:54 | 66.94 | 96% |