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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93 | 2020-12-24 03:22:45 | 106.11 | 98% |
72 | 2020-03-25 08:43:39 | 114.48 | 98% |