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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4100 | 2024-07-18 22:26:22 | 80.85 | 97% |
2824 | 2023-01-03 09:05:27 | 68.47 | 97% |
1558 | 2021-06-30 08:49:39 | 59.71 | 98% |
139 | 2021-05-27 15:46:41 | 35.34 | 95% |