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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45918 | 2024-01-22 11:24:02 | 141.57 | 98% |
41567 | 2022-05-18 21:02:58 | 128.38 | 99% |