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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1747 | 2025-05-24 19:06:23 | 84.07 | 98% |
| 1199 | 2025-01-30 02:23:00 | 82.10 | 98% |