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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11285 | 2024-05-24 01:44:35 | 86.89 | 98.4% |
| 8983 | 2021-04-22 12:10:15 | 82.52 | 98% |