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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6782 | 2020-12-07 05:52:23 | 91.94 | 99% |
5929 | 2020-01-07 21:09:06 | 72.38 | 96% |