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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1688 | 2023-03-14 20:42:17 | 85.42 | 97% |
1046 | 2022-05-28 19:19:54 | 88.41 | 96% |