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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1878 | 2021-02-12 16:42:14 | 83.48 | 99% |
873 | 2019-04-15 10:40:14 | 63.11 | 96% |