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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4044 | 2023-10-29 15:34:09 | 90.19 | 97.2% |
1524 | 2023-09-29 15:29:15 | 70.14 | 95.8% |