Text race history for himuman (ignis_05)

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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
507 2021-11-26 14:56:48 54.04 95%
49 2021-10-03 14:39:28 31.47 93%