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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5351 | 2019-04-12 06:42:39 | 75.81 | 94% |
| 3316 | 2018-10-17 06:59:45 | 84.44 | 98% |
| 1475 | 2018-07-24 08:08:45 | 75.41 | 95% |