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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 543 | 2021-05-22 07:36:55 | 90.41 | 98% |
| 232 | 2019-02-11 09:42:31 | 68.47 | 96% |