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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230 | 2021-01-16 07:41:42 | 36.51 | 94% |
80 | 2020-12-28 14:00:18 | 33.90 | 95% |