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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1638 | 2019-03-20 17:29:51 | 90.75 | 98% |
1046 | 2018-12-30 13:53:00 | 76.16 | 97% |
705 | 2018-12-09 11:52:12 | 77.87 | 97% |