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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2506 | 2020-04-07 02:10:37 | 76.51 | 96% |
1715 | 2020-01-06 04:08:08 | 62.66 | 96% |