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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8283 | 2021-05-04 05:13:02 | 70.19 | 97% |
| 7908 | 2021-04-12 15:38:14 | 66.29 | 98% |