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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1016 | 2021-05-05 20:30:14 | 42.91 | 95% |
741 | 2021-01-31 10:34:08 | 30.69 | 93.6% |