Text race history for sliptok (sliptok)

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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
2117 2021-09-05 18:16:33 91.61 95%
2053 2021-09-04 19:53:40 85.26 97%