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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4557 | 2020-05-14 13:32:29 | 111.43 | 97% |
2924 | 2019-06-24 11:23:45 | 90.97 | 97% |