Text race history for Peter (hamcorporal)

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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
1794 2023-02-19 02:29:04 103.74 99%
1513 2023-02-12 02:32:51 79.12 96%