Text race history for art (artushhheee)

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I was assailed by memories of a life that wasn't mine anymore, but one in which I'd found the simplest and most lasting joys: the smells of summer, the part of town I loved, a certain evening sky, Marie's dresses and the way she laughed.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
3398 2022-03-09 15:33:38 84.69 96%
2150 2021-03-13 13:15:52 79.68 96%