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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1753 | 2019-02-14 10:48:53 | 100.04 | 98% |
934 | 2018-11-10 22:44:54 | 84.10 | 96% |
388 | 2018-10-14 12:54:13 | 89.03 | 98% |