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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2316 | 2021-10-14 23:46:07 | 87.77 | 98% |
2133 | 2021-10-08 12:15:39 | 91.85 | 98% |