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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1092 | 2021-06-30 09:16:09 | 73.54 | 99% |
781 | 2020-12-30 11:21:46 | 63.90 | 96% |