| Ranked Score: | 18,395,296,188 | |
| Play Count: | 40,590 | |
| Play Time: | 597h | |
| Max Combo: | 4,567x | |
| Total Hits: | 8,302,864 | |
| Hits x Play: | 205 | |
| Replays Watched: | 7 |
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About
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i click circles
i like writing from time to time
feel free to ask for mutual
i post here whenever i write : https://scribbles-azk.nekoweb.org/
on the rare occasion i actually stream : https://www.twitch.tv/azuko80/
-Ado - Vivarium-
gameplay related stuff :
Current fav poem I wrote :
ai has no place in art.
i click circles
i like writing from time to time
feel free to ask for mutual
i post here whenever i write : https://scribbles-azk.nekoweb.org/
on the rare occasion i actually stream : https://www.twitch.tv/azuko80/
-Ado - Vivarium-
gameplay related stuff :
i play mouse (right hand, i am left handed but cannot for the life of me learn tablet) and i mostly singletap (middle dominant), but i am playing lots of alt rn.
pp on taiko b4 ban (nov 2024) : ~4.1k
dpi 1600 @ .7 in game sens
2560x1440
pp on taiko b4 ban (nov 2024) : ~4.1k
dpi 1600 @ .7 in game sens
2560x1440
Current fav poem I wrote :
Fool's Wish
On the wooden rooftop of the village hall
No one to call, one step from a free fall
The fool stands tall facing away from the wall
Unable to crawl, about to lose it all.
The haunting bind made by his mind
Is rotten, refined, yet he pays no mind¹
Embracing the flame, dirtying his name
Taking the shame with no one to name¹.
The gift of life turned on its tail
The scale of death, one with no fail
With no trail or tale, his body now frail
And no one to bail, he's now free to sail.
He inhales the pure, fresh air of the rain
No pain in his veins as if it was in vain
The chain's reign now buried and slain
His final exhale keeping him sane.
On the wooden rooftop of the village hall
No one to call, one step from a free fall
The fool stands tall facing away from the wall
Unable to crawl, about to lose it all.
The haunting bind made by his mind
Is rotten, refined, yet he pays no mind¹
Embracing the flame, dirtying his name
Taking the shame with no one to name¹.
The gift of life turned on its tail
The scale of death, one with no fail
With no trail or tale, his body now frail
And no one to bail, he's now free to sail.
He inhales the pure, fresh air of the rain
No pain in his veins as if it was in vain
The chain's reign now buried and slain
His final exhale keeping him sane.
ai has no place in art.
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7 / 64
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