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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6808 | 2022-10-01 20:36:24 | 117.23 | 97% |
5906 | 2021-10-28 16:25:00 | 124.18 | 99% |
3430 | 2017-09-13 14:44:44 | 95.58 | 96% |