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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1703 | 2017-10-11 15:26:06 | 120.67 | 99% |
1689 | 2017-10-11 13:23:02 | 108.22 | 98% |