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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2041 | 2019-04-27 02:22:30 | 140.72 | 98% |
1771 | 2019-03-30 12:36:05 | 121.09 | 97% |