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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2022-02-20 16:52:56 | 105.04 | 98% |
| 847 | 2022-02-17 01:20:02 | 78.81 | 98% |