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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3579 | 2021-10-07 08:09:18 | 54.27 | 94% |
3268 | 2021-09-30 05:32:58 | 50.41 | 93% |