Text race history for Hiep (dutahi)

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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
1663 2023-08-18 10:15:16 94.78 98.8%
626 2023-07-23 07:39:44 87.90 98.3%