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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1770 | 2024-01-04 19:11:54 | 75.80 | 95% |
1149 | 2023-02-24 00:41:17 | 87.64 | 99% |