The calendar loses a precious component. The remaining months gather to mourn. The mourners play a melody, while the eleventh moon quietly rises. The chrysanthemum withers and falls, to lie on the ground beside blood Scarlet Eyes. But you remain supreme, even after losing half your limbs. Enjoy the interlude. Search out new allies. East is the direction to go. You will find one who awaits you.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2136 | 2020-12-19 04:35:39 | 66.29 | 97% |