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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1414 | 2017-10-09 08:35:25 | 122.86 | 98% |
862 | 2017-09-18 02:47:31 | 125.11 | 100% |