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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512 | 2021-09-28 07:30:20 | 62.78 | 96% |
53 | 2021-08-25 13:29:56 | 43.03 | 95% |