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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2089 | 2022-02-09 14:34:31 | 96.57 | 98% |
2065 | 2022-02-01 14:45:09 | 97.49 | 99% |