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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1244 | 2021-12-05 16:36:54 | 120.67 | 98% |
| 1163 | 2021-11-20 01:49:02 | 116.90 | 99% |