Text race history for Kyle (kyle0829)

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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
1703 2017-10-11 15:26:06 120.67 99%
1689 2017-10-11 13:23:02 108.22 98%