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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4408 | 2018-01-29 07:04:22 | 139.60 | 97% |
4049 | 2018-01-26 04:28:26 | 143.86 | 97% |
1518 | 2017-12-28 06:24:48 | 137.26 | 98% |