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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1538 | 2023-10-09 06:54:39 | 105.27 | 97.1% |
1350 | 2023-09-07 00:39:30 | 96.24 | 97% |