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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2021-12-12 11:43:25 | 104.00 | 98% |
| 295 | 2019-06-21 14:07:25 | 89.20 | 97% |