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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818 | 2021-05-07 14:00:03 | 74.82 | 97% |
593 | 2021-04-14 06:04:46 | 71.24 | 96% |