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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2274 | 2022-03-02 02:59:48 | 35.64 | 98% |
| 1819 | 2020-11-08 19:30:02 | 70.25 | 97% |