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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790 | 2021-01-19 17:35:08 | 80.68 | 97% |
270 | 2021-01-04 09:33:22 | 73.92 | 96% |