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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9798 | 2024-03-25 23:48:45 | 108.40 | 96.6% |
7086 | 2023-12-01 23:20:53 | 103.50 | 97.3% |