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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3673 | 2021-07-13 14:01:19 | 52.11 | 98% |
1830 | 2018-04-28 04:28:43 | 58.72 | 99% |