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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2243 | 2023-02-17 16:28:12 | 79.12 | 96% |
| 518 | 2020-12-18 01:24:58 | 96.39 | 98% |