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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792 | 2018-04-24 16:31:16 | 115.12 | 98% |
512 | 2018-03-10 05:45:47 | 93.01 | 96% |