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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4500 | 2022-02-14 04:48:20 | 80.14 | 97% |
2360 | 2018-08-07 15:28:22 | 118.71 | 99% |