Text race history for Matthew (cwehttam)

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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
9180 2023-11-10 18:20:59 59.77 96.2%
8439 2023-05-22 13:56:15 60.10 96%
6849 2023-03-01 15:05:12 50.00 94%
5798 2023-01-24 15:04:17 61.42 98%
4298 2023-01-02 16:18:57 50.86 96%
2046 2022-09-17 10:39:50 58.06 96%
1351 2022-09-03 15:42:51 56.08 97%
434 2022-08-21 12:34:43 41.89 91%
221 2022-08-15 16:02:58 39.51 94%