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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2053 | 2022-01-23 23:33:44 | 79.24 | 96% |
1893 | 2022-01-12 01:36:04 | 79.69 | 98% |