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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3575 | 2023-08-05 17:38:10 | 111.72 | 98% |
| 3267 | 2023-07-20 20:16:03 | 94.89 | 97% |