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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589 | 2022-04-21 12:52:38 | 60.25 | 96% |
160 | 2021-02-18 21:52:25 | 46.65 | 93.6% |