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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8273 | 2023-03-14 06:40:49 | 88.25 | 98% |
2906 | 2022-07-15 08:37:39 | 78.68 | 98% |