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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2803 | 2021-11-10 12:55:04 | 64.93 | 96% |
807 | 2021-10-20 03:59:34 | 57.61 | 97% |