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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14121 | 2023-02-22 23:32:35 | 102.01 | 100% |
13101 | 2022-08-11 11:56:07 | 95.85 | 98% |
12322 | 2022-04-22 19:30:30 | 100.35 | 99% |