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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631 | 2022-01-24 04:17:35 | 93.35 | 97% |
462 | 2022-01-13 18:35:29 | 108.22 | 98% |