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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6159 | 2022-08-03 03:03:48 | 84.60 | 99% |
| 5936 | 2022-07-13 12:47:38 | 84.84 | 99% |