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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6508 | 2021-11-19 13:48:37 | 109.12 | 98% |
3408 | 2021-06-12 11:43:00 | 92.62 | 98% |