Text race history for Alex (a_l_e_x_m)

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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
345 2023-07-02 03:13:40 104.89 97.3%