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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5932 | 2022-03-22 14:16:07 | 67.99 | 95% |
5298 | 2021-12-05 09:11:56 | 70.75 | 97% |