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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4306 | 2023-01-31 10:14:50 | 80.45 | 97% |
2353 | 2022-01-06 18:06:05 | 102.12 | 99% |