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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5835 | 2021-08-21 16:13:31 | 75.00 | 96% |
2926 | 2021-05-05 11:26:02 | 79.35 | 96% |