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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229 | 2020-10-13 15:09:52 | 74.05 | 96% |
16 | 2018-11-15 16:51:48 | 55.31 | 94% |