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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944 | 2022-12-09 11:00:18 | 34.60 | 97% |
289 | 2021-06-14 06:20:38 | 36.31 | 96% |