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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26 | 2019-05-03 18:10:34 | 113.53 | 98% |
| 21 | 2018-09-06 18:07:16 | 77.98 | 95% |