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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2087 | 2021-05-18 02:10:52 | 70.13 | 95% |
180 | 2020-07-09 23:20:01 | 36.90 | 94% |