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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416 | 2021-02-18 19:31:13 | 77.17 | 94.4% |
372 | 2021-02-10 10:51:03 | 84.12 | 97% |