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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3483 | 2019-01-19 15:21:05 | 116.57 | 98% |
2021 | 2017-11-02 23:06:02 | 105.02 | 97% |