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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3991 | 2021-02-06 07:06:39 | 55.69 | 95.5% |
1560 | 2020-08-05 17:05:17 | 52.54 | 96% |