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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716 | 2021-02-19 15:15:53 | 80.60 | 99.1% |
225 | 2020-05-30 05:33:41 | 50.35 | 93% |