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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9746 | 2024-08-30 09:27:35 | 108.56 | 98% |
| 201 | 2022-07-02 10:06:58 | 58.70 | 93% |