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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743 | 2022-02-20 04:31:02 | 89.50 | 97% |
607 | 2022-02-17 18:56:43 | 92.22 | 97% |