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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6199 | 2023-05-08 11:41:50 | 57.16 | 95% |
3884 | 2017-10-17 08:14:43 | 66.43 | 96% |