Gold and rose, the color of the dream I had not too long ago. A misty blue and the lilac, too, never to grow old. There you were under the tree of song, sleeping so peacefully. In your hand a flower played, awaiting there for me. I have never laid eyes on you, not before this timeless day, but you walked and you once smiled my name, and you stole my heart away.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1986 | 2024-12-19 13:21:01 | 63.20 | 93.5% |