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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2166 | 2021-11-18 06:19:27 | 97.87 | 99% |
| 1078 | 2021-04-07 06:23:59 | 61.77 | 97% |