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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1744 | 2021-06-19 20:26:50 | 74.29 | 96% |
221 | 2018-01-02 18:12:31 | 76.51 | 98% |