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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13445 | 2021-03-18 15:34:33 | 102.52 | 100% |
8142 | 2019-03-18 10:46:11 | 104.78 | 100% |