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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5087 | 2021-04-08 22:00:01 | 88.78 | 98% |
1084 | 2020-08-24 01:39:25 | 50.14 | 96% |