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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257 | 2022-05-17 13:26:34 | 111.33 | 99% |
142 | 2021-02-06 03:33:17 | 88.59 | 98.3% |