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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631 | 2023-09-01 22:29:30 | 37.05 | 96% |
200 | 2023-08-26 00:22:24 | 33.02 | 95% |