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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878 | 2023-04-06 10:31:44 | 79.99 | 99% |
799 | 2022-08-11 19:45:31 | 76.37 | 98% |