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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20172 | 2018-07-20 11:54:46 | 101.78 | 98% |
19633 | 2018-06-20 10:18:31 | 92.33 | 97% |