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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1203 | 2022-07-25 10:20:57 | 76.90 | 96% |
| 32 | 2021-11-06 14:23:03 | 78.83 | 97% |