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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8221 | 2022-03-21 16:10:59 | 79.72 | 97% |
| 1077 | 2020-12-31 04:01:16 | 70.21 | 97% |