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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1446 | 2022-06-20 13:48:53 | 98.02 | 98% |
859 | 2022-05-25 19:34:22 | 95.49 | 98% |