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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2151 | 2022-12-24 09:48:30 | 97.49 | 97% |
| 2150 | 2022-12-24 09:47:53 | 81.77 | 94% |
| 290 | 2019-07-21 15:25:05 | 59.21 | 92% |