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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6123 | 2023-04-29 19:22:46 | 76.34 | 96% |
2031 | 2021-02-08 20:19:47 | 51.20 | 94.9% |