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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926 | 2022-03-29 10:11:32 | 67.54 | 95% |
681 | 2022-03-04 12:36:16 | 66.66 | 95% |