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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1470 | 2022-02-22 02:18:10 | 75.71 | 97% |
1197 | 2022-02-20 16:09:05 | 74.24 | 98% |