Text race history for Sunny (sunnylee0123)

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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
4500 2022-02-14 04:48:20 80.14 97%
2360 2018-08-07 15:28:22 118.71 99%