Text race history for derel (a_random_person_on_the_interne)

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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
48 2020-09-11 04:39:56 51.48 96%