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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2810 | 2021-09-20 11:18:28 | 50.82 | 95% |
| 1077 | 2021-04-13 12:47:10 | 41.99 | 95% |