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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7315 | 2023-04-26 03:24:52 | 91.61 | 100% |
| 7136 | 2023-04-06 14:23:40 | 101.21 | 100% |
| 1405 | 2021-12-17 02:27:33 | 77.06 | 100% |