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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1055 | 2021-02-09 15:11:38 | 76.96 | 98.3% |
27 | 2020-11-28 14:13:40 | 64.46 | 98% |