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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1014 | 2021-08-27 20:04:05 | 48.98 | 96% |
773 | 2021-03-16 12:38:59 | 43.15 | 95% |