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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4254 | 2019-06-06 12:22:32 | 52.08 | 96% |
2891 | 2017-11-14 08:06:40 | 40.39 | 96% |