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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5078 | 2020-02-26 21:26:41 | 156.51 | 99% |
2137 | 2019-06-11 06:27:45 | 128.02 | 98% |
1939 | 2019-06-07 07:24:00 | 122.08 | 97% |