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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1422 | 2021-03-02 03:14:05 | 96.02 | 97% |
1299 | 2021-02-27 05:52:22 | 91.62 | 98% |