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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1357 | 2021-06-30 15:16:32 | 79.14 | 99% |
1307 | 2021-06-29 19:27:47 | 89.12 | 97% |