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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6613 | 2023-02-09 04:57:06 | 68.67 | 98% |
2602 | 2022-01-14 07:35:07 | 75.19 | 97% |