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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1784 | 2023-05-11 17:20:08 | 132.54 | 99% |
742 | 2023-03-17 23:41:36 | 135.45 | 99% |