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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4797 | 2018-04-01 12:56:49 | 90.20 | 96% |
4519 | 2018-02-27 15:09:07 | 106.53 | 98% |