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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2503 | 2022-03-17 20:52:08 | 94.12 | 98% |
1665 | 2021-09-21 03:18:55 | 93.80 | 98% |