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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3872 | 2019-10-09 02:40:23 | 95.11 | 99% |
| 2393 | 2018-05-21 02:47:41 | 101.61 | 99% |