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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2475 | 2020-03-23 16:52:12 | 118.44 | 97% |
2013 | 2019-03-11 23:03:35 | 113.24 | 98% |
1311 | 2019-01-07 22:55:43 | 106.92 | 98% |
1087 | 2018-12-24 13:22:03 | 103.00 | 97% |