piers plowman
In a somer seson, whan softe was the sonne, I shoop me into shroudes as I a sheep were, In habite as an heremite unholy of werkes, Wente wide in this world wondres to here.
Rank
340th
▲ 56
Score
100
-150
Today
-150
Luck
47.4%
PPG
-25
Kills
1
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