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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3309 | 2023-08-12 04:27:27 | 93.96 | 96.8% |
| 864 | 2021-09-08 19:15:37 | 84.57 | 96% |