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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2525 | 2021-01-09 04:34:55 | 171.89 | 100% |
909 | 2019-10-16 19:02:51 | 127.82 | 97% |