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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 686 | 2023-01-25 14:25:02 | 62.92 | 96% |
| 616 | 2023-01-18 14:34:58 | 66.08 | 96% |