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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3756 | 2020-11-27 11:50:44 | 139.17 | 99% |
1184 | 2020-09-26 06:03:44 | 138.50 | 99% |