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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1480 | 2021-06-28 19:05:04 | 121.94 | 98% |
| 599 | 2021-02-26 18:54:31 | 119.12 | 99.6% |