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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388 | 2019-04-15 05:33:56 | 77.05 | 96% |
263 | 2019-04-08 11:07:32 | 83.79 | 99% |