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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9062 | 2023-03-07 00:14:28 | 164.88 | 97% |
5883 | 2022-04-24 21:05:38 | 185.52 | 99% |
5756 | 2022-04-14 20:09:46 | 164.90 | 98% |
5630 | 2022-03-23 00:31:40 | 185.26 | 99% |
3455 | 2021-07-25 18:47:42 | 185.31 | 100% |
3101 | 2021-06-21 20:16:52 | 167.29 | 98% |
2488 | 2021-04-23 18:22:19 | 158.26 | 98% |