Text race history for Shu (mitsukimoon)

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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
738 2023-09-16 23:18:57 132.64 98.4%
32 2020-12-11 10:44:30 110.41 97%