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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3964 | 2020-11-14 09:05:02 | 70.99 | 97% |
2 | 2020-08-20 03:36:10 | 32.43 | 93% |