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 |
---|---|---|---|
1926 | 2024-01-06 04:18:25 | 113.34 | 100% |
1042 | 2022-02-09 21:46:58 | 119.38 | 100% |