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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2633 | 2022-09-10 11:47:23 | 82.13 | 97% |
2109 | 2021-06-06 06:03:47 | 77.94 | 97% |