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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1345 | 2024-02-25 09:20:39 | 85.44 | 96.6% |
| 350 | 2022-10-24 13:59:38 | 74.73 | 97% |