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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8063 | 2020-01-14 15:29:44 | 94.72 | 100% |
6834 | 2019-07-18 12:46:34 | 82.64 | 98% |