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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6900 | 2023-07-01 07:50:53 | 72.20 | 94.8% |
6871 | 2023-07-01 07:07:55 | 80.01 | 95.1% |
2569 | 2021-12-27 11:56:47 | 72.37 | 95% |