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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150 | 2021-08-10 08:57:43 | 92.96 | 97% |
86 | 2020-03-16 11:09:36 | 79.90 | 96% |