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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8028 | 2020-08-01 22:31:58 | 123.72 | 98% |
| 7652 | 2020-06-21 21:34:13 | 115.98 | 98% |