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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5343 | 2022-08-20 08:13:37 | 108.82 | 97% |
2759 | 2021-09-06 05:21:45 | 81.34 | 94% |