Text race history for jonica (jonicailagan)

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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
7460 2021-10-07 14:41:04 109.81 98%
4982 2021-01-14 21:08:34 104.27 98%
4516 2020-12-29 01:35:26 73.70 98%
3458 2020-11-19 03:57:04 80.67 97%