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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2707 | 2023-01-15 18:42:48 | 84.84 | 98% |
1613 | 2020-12-07 05:52:27 | 80.19 | 98% |