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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2986 | 2019-01-01 16:19:05 | 75.43 | 98% |
290 | 2017-10-26 13:25:32 | 44.90 | 94% |