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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 82 | 2021-04-08 11:46:13 | 59.66 | 96% |
| 9 | 2021-03-01 10:04:43 | 54.94 | 97% |