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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3475 | 2023-07-24 00:41:56 | 56.16 | 98% |
2681 | 2023-06-05 06:31:22 | 47.00 | 96% |