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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4668 | 2021-06-27 04:27:31 | 84.01 | 97% |
| 2821 | 2021-05-26 12:16:04 | 86.52 | 97% |
| 371 | 2021-03-31 02:16:11 | 83.03 | 97% |