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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1617 | 2022-02-10 14:53:38 | 91.86 | 99% |
| 1448 | 2021-08-24 13:33:35 | 81.09 | 99% |