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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2021-01-29 12:52:01 | 50.50 | 94.9% |
| 76 | 2021-01-28 21:41:22 | 54.76 | 94.6% |