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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 218 | 2023-07-09 07:11:40 | 55.91 | 98% |
| 59 | 2022-10-19 13:23:50 | 51.42 | 97% |