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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3952 | 2022-02-19 10:37:02 | 134.96 | 98% |
3471 | 2022-01-01 12:18:02 | 140.60 | 100% |