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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5694 | 2021-12-27 07:37:36 | 67.55 | 99% |
| 2039 | 2021-01-17 21:07:41 | 48.44 | 95% |