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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1233 | 2022-05-02 09:12:26 | 73.55 | 96% |
712 | 2021-02-24 07:33:00 | 71.18 | 97.9% |