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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4071 | 2022-06-21 05:11:15 | 83.47 | 100% |
3518 | 2021-11-24 03:09:31 | 69.70 | 98% |
3123 | 2021-05-14 00:44:24 | 88.02 | 99% |
2246 | 2021-01-27 01:56:30 | 77.54 | 99% |