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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12572 | 2023-04-20 16:21:47 | 60.85 | 97% |
4724 | 2021-08-23 08:32:02 | 86.33 | 96% |