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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4466 | 2021-02-07 03:44:36 | 90.85 | 98% |
| 1837 | 2020-09-04 23:15:53 | 65.23 | 97% |