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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2223 | 2020-10-28 03:02:29 | 74.50 | 96% |
1940 | 2020-10-13 02:42:14 | 65.58 | 96% |