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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1663 | 2023-08-18 10:15:16 | 94.78 | 98.8% |
626 | 2023-07-23 07:39:44 | 87.90 | 98.3% |