Text race history for 🚀 🚀 🚀 (patrickhirsh)

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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
2277 2021-12-11 05:11:23 74.08 95%
1339 2021-10-24 04:50:15 67.98 95%