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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978 | 2021-01-04 21:06:23 | 84.58 | 97% |
750 | 2018-03-17 11:51:18 | 61.64 | 95% |