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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507 | 2021-11-26 14:56:48 | 54.04 | 95% |
49 | 2021-10-03 14:39:28 | 31.47 | 93% |