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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982 | 2021-11-13 20:35:01 | 118.19 | 99% |
174 | 2021-06-20 20:53:32 | 93.98 | 96% |