Text race history for Ramiei (elli_y)

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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
3440 2021-08-07 18:25:22 73.57 96%
84 2020-05-29 15:43:32 62.55 98%