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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524 | 2021-02-15 02:15:28 | 85.66 | 96.1% |
304 | 2021-02-11 01:47:12 | 86.45 | 96.7% |