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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1197 | 2021-02-04 21:37:25 | 71.49 | 97.6% |
419 | 2019-07-25 14:51:40 | 74.41 | 97% |