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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195 | 2021-04-29 18:09:09 | 86.97 | 96% |
95 | 2020-11-20 17:00:25 | 95.85 | 97% |