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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2800 | 2021-04-30 04:48:19 | 52.57 | 92% |
2725 | 2021-04-24 20:07:20 | 48.98 | 94% |