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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 378 | 2021-05-16 02:16:50 | 41.55 | 97% |
| 192 | 2021-01-28 11:52:58 | 44.41 | 95.9% |