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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3837 | 2018-06-30 20:29:48 | 62.47 | 94% |
2469 | 2017-09-11 18:51:02 | 57.51 | 96% |