Text race history for Gavril (gavrilmikhailov)

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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
2660 2022-09-13 18:10:43 88.10 98%
661 2021-01-16 04:06:44 78.75 98%