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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3982 | 2021-01-20 22:17:24 | 84.40 | 99% |
| 999 | 2020-11-25 17:14:04 | 69.33 | 97% |