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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3290 | 2022-06-26 15:06:53 | 98.12 | 98% |
1843 | 2020-12-27 17:52:03 | 65.38 | 97% |