Text race history for shailendra (shailendraji)

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The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3673 2021-07-13 14:01:19 52.11 98%
1830 2018-04-28 04:28:43 58.72 99%