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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2660 | 2022-09-13 18:10:43 | 88.10 | 98% |
661 | 2021-01-16 04:06:44 | 78.75 | 98% |