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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3330 | 2022-08-22 12:10:06 | 105.84 | 96% |
| 2740 | 2022-06-07 18:56:39 | 88.50 | 96% |