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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2662 | 2020-11-12 17:24:09 | 83.18 | 96% |
1926 | 2020-05-13 21:23:24 | 94.02 | 97% |