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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3936 | 2019-09-17 12:08:28 | 73.01 | 99% |
2948 | 2019-09-04 18:16:29 | 81.05 | 100% |