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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7445 | 2022-04-09 15:56:23 | 58.58 | 97% |
3106 | 2018-02-18 14:29:42 | 57.31 | 96% |