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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6989 | 2020-02-15 00:11:43 | 92.42 | 98% |
6801 | 2020-02-14 17:19:47 | 97.42 | 98% |