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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1379 | 2021-01-28 23:16:40 | 129.92 | 98.4% |
| 591 | 2019-10-31 00:00:30 | 106.51 | 98% |