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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13918 | 2023-01-22 12:11:23 | 77.45 | 97% |
439 | 2021-04-29 02:18:40 | 67.49 | 98% |