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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4092 | 2020-11-19 06:10:00 | 113.38 | 96% |
1895 | 2020-05-16 04:57:16 | 93.60 | 96% |