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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2070 | 2021-04-26 17:46:43 | 71.98 | 97% |
1729 | 2021-04-16 15:09:12 | 71.41 | 97% |