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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2085 | 2021-10-17 04:49:31 | 88.75 | 97% |
| 1876 | 2021-08-13 20:24:02 | 85.61 | 96% |
| 791 | 2021-02-20 02:19:45 | 68.23 | 94.3% |