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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369 | 2021-12-12 17:04:37 | 79.35 | 97% |
152 | 2021-12-08 19:11:35 | 70.48 | 95% |