Text race history for tstats[codeystein] (codeystein)

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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
147 2022-11-17 22:30:52 90.02 97%