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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722 | 2022-03-21 21:53:12 | 81.87 | 97% |
542 | 2022-03-16 03:44:03 | 77.13 | 96% |