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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1077 | 2018-06-25 15:27:00 | 64.89 | 95% |
1016 | 2018-06-24 12:22:25 | 73.76 | 96% |