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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9629 | 2020-08-21 15:07:13 | 106.19 | 98% |
| 6615 | 2018-04-11 19:02:43 | 126.24 | 100% |