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 |
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1823 | 2021-11-30 07:12:40 | 62.41 | 94% |
755 | 2021-02-09 22:13:28 | 55.10 | 92% |