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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1050 | 2019-02-15 02:43:48 | 114.77 | 98% |
927 | 2019-01-19 18:49:49 | 111.30 | 99% |